Keepin' My Rose
Searchin' for proof of beauty
A treasure hunter found a rose
He plucked it from the snow
And brought it to his nose
He took it home quickly
And placed it in a vase
Added water and nutrients
Then displayed it in a ornate case
He cared for it daily
Adding this and that to preserve and protect
But time decays even the best
Though he never entertained neglect
Others pointed out the crunch
And the fall of the petals to the base
But the man was determined
To keep the rose in its rightful place
"It's dead and gone", they'd say
"Just take it out and buy another"
An object can be replaced
But meaning has a mother
Attached to belief and thought
Nothing can truly be free
Unless it is released by love
To be what it wants to be
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-01-2018
Note: I hate it when you have grown into a new person in the way you think, feel, and relate to people but the "old ones" refuse to KNOW you any other way than how they thought they knew you in the past :(
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